Barrio Reo - Carlos Gardel перевод на английский

Barrio Reo

Viejo barrio de mi ensueño
El de ranchitos iguales
Como a vos los vendavales
A mí, me azotó el dolor

Hoy, te encuentro envejecido
Pero siempre tan risueño
Barrio lindo, y yo que soy 30 años y mirá
Mirá qué viejo estoy

Mi barrio reo, mi viejo amor
Oye el gorjeo, soy tu cantor
Se escucha el ruego del ruiseñor
Que hoy, que está ciego, canta mejor
Busqué fortuna y hallé un crisol
Plata de luna y oro de sol
Calor de nido vengo a buscar
Estoy rendido de tanto amar

Barrio reo, campo abierto
De mis primeras andanzas
En mi libro de esperanzas
Sos la página mejor

Fuiste cuna y serás tumba
De mis líricas tristezas
Vos le diste a tu cantor
El alma de un zorzal que se murió de amor

Mi barrio reo, mi viejo amor
Oye el gorjeo, soy tu cantor
Se escucha el ruego del ruiseñor
Que hoy, que está ciego, canta mejor
Busqué fortuna y hallé un crisol
Plata de luna y oro de sol
Calor de nido vengo a buscar
Estoy rendido de tanto amar

Neighborhood Jail (Barrio Reo)

Old neighborhood of my dreams,
With your little houses all the same,
Like the gales that buffet you,
Sorrow has lashed at me, my love.

Today, I find you aged, my dear,
But always so cheerful and bright,
Beautiful neighborhood, and me, I'm 30 years old, and look,
Look how old I am, my sweet.

My neighborhood jail, my old love,
Hear the warbling, I'm your singer,
You can hear the nightingale's plea,
Who, now blind, sings even better, my love.
I sought fortune and found a crucible,
Silver of the moon and gold of the sun,
The warmth of a nest is what I seek, my dear,
I'm weary from so much loving.

Neighborhood jail, open field,
Of my first adventures, my love,
In my book of hopes and dreams,
You are the best page of all.

You were the cradle and will be the tomb,
Of my lyrical sorrows, my sweet,
You gave to your singer, my dear,
The soul of a thrush that died of love.

My neighborhood jail, my old love,
Hear the warbling, I'm your singer,
You can hear the nightingale's plea,
Who, now blind, sings even better, my love.
I sought fortune and found a crucible,
Silver of the moon and gold of the sun,
The warmth of a nest is what I seek, my dear,
I'm weary from so much loving.